C595 A Fist the Size of a Pot

"Robbery?!"

The young man could not help but frown.

He looked up and down at Mo Fanchen. When he saw the man standing in front of him, he did not see anything special about him. He did not have the fierce aura that a robber should have.

"You're not a robber, are you?"

The young man glanced at Mo Fanchen from top to bottom, and an innate arrogance appeared in his eyes